It was very sharp. It was beautiful, and it was perfect for what she had to do. Carefully, ever so carefully, careful like a mouse dancing on a sleeping cat, Jennica placed the knife against the leathery flesh, and started her incision. She had tried, but it wouldn't crack open just using her hands. But the knife worked. The knife sliced it open, spilling the insides to the floor in a lovely cascade.
"Jennica!" shouted the librarian. "What on earth are you doing?"
Jennica frowned. "Cracking open some books," she said. "Just like you told me to."
Adults were so confusing.
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One day.
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